Today, I am busy.
Today, I am wondering if this is worth it, this little corner of the internets laid out for me to poke at old scabs, this eternal blank sheet of paper for me to fill, trying valiantly to cloak cliché in filigree.
Today, I wonder if I would convey things more fully if I just shut the hell up, if I refrained from mediating the world with a barrier of pretty words woven oh so artfully, an indulgence that serves mainly to attract 1,500 spam comments a week for pharmaceuticals and violent porn and casinos.
Today I have nothing of interest to say. Meanwhile, Anne is in fine form, inadvertently re-writing the Tao Te Ching. Go read.
